maandag 15 september 2014

BALLAD-13 b a l l a d 1

B A L L A D 1

1.1 The world will turn inward Protect will blackbird the egg In the restaurant full buffets Morning papers yellowed behind the glass Good raven has combed crest The churned graves gaping holes Pleasantly ugly and pleasantly moist Realities reached without many expedientsO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How green the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the auction to sea In the measure waving in Without noise I must depart1.2 The turn will suggest change Burst will egg yet today On the buffet broken bowls Glasses stacked in the sink Flawless crest has vomited night The gaping holes stormy openings Pleasantly eager and pleasantly twisting Expedients abandoned without much regretO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How trembling the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the containers to sea In the measure flattering in Before departure I must observe1.3 The suggestion will convince generally Flourish will today as fact Near the bowl wilted anemones Sinks rusted in the courtyard Slow night has paled dream The stormy openings parabolic arguments Pleasantly lively and pleasantly pinching Regret cleared without much passionO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How rustling the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the parking-garage to sea In the measure potting in Before observation I must fight1.4 The conviction will reverberate intensely Reject will fact the conclusion Around the anemone nagging fragrances Courtyards photographed around the middle-hour Pale dream has confused heart The parabolic arguments limed pitfalls Pleasantly deep and pleasantly crying. Passion vaporized without much resistanceO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How blossoming the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the shipyard to sea In the measure pruning in Before fight I must meditate1.5 The reverberation will rumble heavily Challenge will conclusion the fall Through the fragrance capricious associations. Middle-hours spoiled with the alarm-clock Hard heart has estimated smoke The limed pitfalls coded distress-signals Pleasantly diffuse and pleasantly refined Resistance sidetracked without many doubtsO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How solid the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the lighthouse to sea In the measure digging in Before meditation I must analyze1.6 The rumble will communicate multifariously Anticipate will fall the effect Besides the associations stagnating thoughts Alarm-clocks stored in the cellar Sharp smoke has bitten wound The coded distress-signals latent shards Pleasantly flat and pleasantly notched Doubts concealed without much courageO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How elegant the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the dunes to sea In the measure spinning in Before analysis I must orientate1.7 The communication will perplex indirectly Strew will effect the glittering In the thoughts eroticizing gaps Cellars reserved for the grape-bunches Clean wound has thanked sun The latent shards tempting horizons Pleasantly brittle and pleasantly fading Courage minimized without much ceremonyO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How orange the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the fence to sea In the measure muddling in Before orientation I must identify1.8 The perplexity will transmit silence Ground will glittering the spark During the gap gurgling gastric-acid Grape-bunches superabundant on the card table Pure sun has blinded seagull The tempting horizons cloudy swirl Pleasantly sucking and pleasantly damning Ceremonies neglected without many normsO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How steaming the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the campsite to sea In the measure meddling in Before identification I must party1.9 The transmittal will deceive whisperingly Scorch will spark the hedgehog Through the stomach smacking lips Card tables shining from the sweat Wild seagull has drowned strength The cloudy swirls pounding drills Pleasantly dull and pleasantly disturbing Norms appropriated without much authorityO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How swishing the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the breeding-colony to sea In the measure loathing in Before party I must starve1.10 The deception will fool momentarily Preserve will hedgehog the quills Around the lip tired muscles Sweat salty in the winter Weak strength has tickled hope The pounding drills trained choirs Pleasantly spontaneous and pleasantly frozen Authority demythologised without much enthusiasmO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How brown the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the draw-well to sea In the measure sowing in Before starvation I must doze1.11 The foolishness will inspire individually Prick will quill the callus Through the muscle thin wrinkles Winters circling around the despondency Delicate hope has mourned rose The trained choirs lost hurricanes Pleasantly raving and pleasantly dashing Enthusiasm smoothed without many exertionsO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How robust the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the burrow to sea In the measure swimming in After departure we must talk1.12 The inspiration will apportion disproportionately Secrete will callus the scales Around the wrinkle stiff skin Despondency polished during the childhood Timid rose has softened uvula The lost hurricanes hallucinogenic canons Pleasantly modern and pleasantly clotted Exertions refused without many alternativesO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How gnarled the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the bunker-ruins to sea In the measure rowing in After talk we must dine1.13 The portion will enchant proportionally Blow will scale like pollen In the skin unmarked pigments Childhoods completed in the village Soft uvula has lured crow The hallucinogenic canons frail messages Pleasantly fervent and pleasantly witty Alternatives formulated without many goalsO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How comforting the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the bramble to sea In the measure carrying in After dinner we must rest1.14 The enchantment will intoxicate vertically Charm will pollen the pistil In the pigment magical ingredients Villages hidden behind the dike Early crow has surprised youth The frail messages ripe cherries Pleasantly rhythmic and pleasantly refreshing Goals sketched without much overviewO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How solitary the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the fountain to sea In the measure wailing in After rest we must assemble1.15 The intoxication will taste sweet Welcome will pistil the burden Around the ingredients indestructible capsules Dikes propped by the persistence Happy youth has loosened woman The ripe cherries profitable riches Pleasantly sticky and pleasantly hushing Overview adopted without much authenticityO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How bare the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the volleyball net to sea In the measure flowing in After assembly we must decide

1.16 The taste will harmonize broadly Report will burden of enlightenment On the capsule illegible numbers Persistence efficient from the center Loose woman has chosen rice The profitable riches fertile skies Pleasantly high and pleasantly volatile Authenticity banished without much introspectionO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How creaking the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the lifeguard to sea In the measure grabbing in After decision we must announce1.17 The harmony will bond strongly Crumble will enlightenment the knowledge Between the numbers reflective splinters Centers grinded according to the recipe Fresh rice has quietened belly The fertile skies floating secrets Pleasantly hot and pleasantly vicious Introspection pulverized without much rebellionO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How split the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the parasols to sea In the measure tanning in After announcement we must wait1.18 The bond will thaw backward Dissolve will knowledge in consolation In the splinters fluctuating shadows Recipes passed through the genes Lean belly has forsaken task The floating secrets smothering irritations Pleasantly aggravating and pleasantly demonstrative Rebellion exterminated without much civilizationO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How passive the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the snack-outlet to sea In the measure glowing in After wait we must bow1.19 The thaw will feed love Receive will consolation the dew Around the shadow microscopic portraits Genes manipulated in the spring Vain task has thickened man The smothering irritations cursed wishes Pleasantly sneaky and pleasantly human Civilization passed without much solidarityO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How white the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the sandpit to sea In the measure cuddling in After bow we must moor1.20 The food will delight lovers Envelop will dew the birth In the portrait recognizable features Springs simulated in the laboratory Lazy man has exchanged struggles The cursed wishes explosive mixtures Pleasantly alluring and pleasantly obstructing Solidarity defined without much memoryO yes it is tragic How defenseless a memory is Intertwined with the flying fish How overgrown the tree standsDedicatedly deer dots her route Past the west wind to sea In the measure fondling in Without noise we will arrive